Danny, the coach, Helena, and other folk are gathered in the locker room. Danny asks Johnny what happened in the new vision, but Johnny keeps it vague. Helena kisses Danny, and thanks Johnny on her way out. As she touches his arm, Johnny sees her jumping up in horror as Danny is knocked out. She leaves, and Danny tosses jackets with "Avila" on them to Johnny and Bruce. As Johnny catches the jacket, he gets another vision. Okay, okay, he gets it! Jeez. Danny asks everyone to leave him alone with Johnny for a minute. He shadowboxes for a minute and then says, "It's all a crock, isn't it?" He knows Johnny is lying. Johnny denies it, but Danny holds up his hands and asks Johnny to look again. Johnny reluctantly grabs Danny's hands and sees the same footage again. This reminds me of an Outer Limits episode where they showed the same five minutes over and over and over again because some aliens were messing with time or something. Anyway, Johnny comes out of the vision and insists that Danny is going to knock Tibbs out. He says, "I see that you're going to do this, and I see that it's going to happen." He adds,"You gotta believe," and wiggles his eyebrows to emphasize that part. Maybe it would have been better if Johnny predicted something incorrect on purpose, and then Danny would think he was a fraud, and wouldn't have worried about it.
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On his way out to the ring, Johnny moans that he lied to Danny. Bruce, confused, says he thought that was the plan. Johnny says nothing has changed, and that maybe Danny didn't believe it. Bruce wonders if maybe Johnny has to believe it, too. I hope I don't have to believe it, because they're one inch away from clapping their hands for Tinkerbell. Bruce snaps, "It's not a lie! It's hope! And like my dad used to say, what makes hope a reality is faith." On that note, Johnny looks down the hall and sees the creepy guy at the end of the hall. Then the creepy guy vanishes. Bruce says that Johnny has done all he can, and now he needs faith: "In yourself. And Danny Avila."
Men hit each other. What a silly sport. The commentators commentate. Jimmy D. smokes a cigar. The round ends, and a bikini-clad chick holds up a sign indicating it's Round 6. Oh great, another montage. Time passes. I order a pizza. It's Round 10. Danny ain't doing so well. And finally, we get to Round 12.